”She’s lovely,” Cadmeia thought to herself. She snuggled next to Ismeme, finding a familiar sense of comfort in Ismeme’s warmth. Cadmeia often had fun playing with Adelle, but it was nice to spend time with an elder female. She pawed Isa back in a playful gesture, and buried herself in her silver fur. ”Perhaps....maybe....could we....craft...” Cadmeia stumbled with her words. This often happened when she got excited. ”The flowers, they’re pretty. Something...can we make with them...” She became frustrated, and stopped talking. Luckily for her, she was able to spit out enough information so that Ismeme might be able to infer what she meant. Cadmeia had really wanted to make something lately. She had a creative urge...all she needed was a little guidance. She loved flowers, and wanted to make something out of them. Tulips, lilies, they were all so beautiful and fragrant - they would make a beautiful “something” - she just didn’t know what. She looked up at Ismeme with those big doe eyes of hers, hoping she’d have some sort of an answer for her.
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